Hi everyone. Sorry, for the long wait. Got school and my other fic for Justice League. However, if you miss me that much I do have other fics (Hee Hee).

I've made this chapter a bit longer to make up for the long wait.

Here is the next chapter, enjoy.


Merlin's eyes fluttered open once again. He sat up in bed. He felt better than yesterday morning. He felt different too. He guessed that it had something to do with being six again. He shook it out of his mind.

He remembered yesterday and loved it. He had done nothing, but laugh at Arthur with Morgana and Gwen, play hide and seek (were told off, because he ran into the knights), and drew. He love drawing. He was really good at it. He wasn't going to tell the girls that he had a book where he drew all his ideas down. He wasn't going to tell Arthur. He would tease him about it for the rest of his life. He would just keep quiet for a while. Lie low. He was already being noticed a bit too much. When he was younger, he would be getting into trouble every second. He would love the attention, but his adult self was telling himself to not get into trouble. Merlin cursed all adults and their wish for kids not to get into trouble. He got into trouble with the local kids in Camelot even when he as an adult. He was terrible. Really he was. Always in trouble.

Merlin got up and walked over the door. After yesterday of a while trying to open the door, Gaius declared that they left the door unlocked and easy for him to open. Merlin opened the door and walked down. Gaius had just put two loads for sandwiches on the table for him. Merlin licked his lips and didn't hesitate to start eating. He started woofing it down. Gaius sighed, knowing that if he didn't find a way to change Merlin back, then his food apatite would get worse, meaning Gaius would have to feed him more, meaning a lot of money loses.

Merlin finished in no time at all.

Gaius walked over to the table with a book and placed it down. Merlin looked up and frowned.

"Wat's dat?" He asked in a sleepy voice. He was still a bit tired. Gaius opened the book and looked Merlin in the eyes. Merlin knew that this was serious adult stuff and MUST pay attention.

"This is a book Merlin –" Merlin rolled his eyes and cut in.

"I know that bit. Cut to dat chase!" He almost screamed in his childish high-pitched voice. Gaius sighed a carried on.

"It's a book about changing magic and in this book is about something called aedginge."

"De-ageing" Merlin, said quickly and calmly. His face blank not even noting that he had spoken. Gaius looked at him.

"Where did you learn that?"

"If you change the words around you get 'de-ageing'." Merlin said calmly, showing off his knowledge by accident. Gaius raised an eyebrow, breathed in deeply and carried on.

"It says that in time you will be a five –"

"SIX! Can't you adults get it right! I ain't that short!" Merlin said slamming his little fists on the table. He then held them together. Gaius guessed why.

"Ow?" he asked, knowing that it must have hurt.

Merlin nodded, "Ow." He said quietly. Gaius carried on.

"It says that you will be six forever if we didn't turn you back within a fort night of the change. We need to find the sorcerer that did this. Knowing Uther, he'll want him executed and for once, that is a good thing. Shall I tell you why?" Merlin nodded. "Depending on what spell he used, then the only way to turn you back would be by killing him." Merlin's eyes widened. He was six again; he had no idea how to act.

"But – but- b-b-b but he he set some trap like thing. Like a f-f-f fairy ring, but with thin, see-throw rope. How?" Merlin asked stammering all over the place. Being six was confusing his judgement of how he saw things. Gaius sighed knowing that Merlin was turning six again far too quickly. He always was a child even as an adult.

"He could have given part of his magic to the trap." Gaius explained softly. Merlin's eyes started to water. He didn't want anyone to die.

Merlin jumped down from the table and ran out of the chambers. Merlin didn't bother calling after him. He sighed and sat down. Merlin only finished one sandwich. He picked half of it up and took a bite.

He looked at the book. He read from it.

In the change, the person may feel different feelings at different times. The person will feel three emotions in the second day before acting as they did when they were a child. They will feel: Upset, confused and angry. WARNING: depending on how they acted as a child they may feel all at once.

Gaius looked up and signed. Merlin was feeling all three at once. He was going to run to Arthur, Morgana or Gwen. Thank lord he warned everyone about this.


Merlin ran, tears in his eyes and still in his nightwear. He knew Arthur wouldn't care for his feelings, but Morgana and Gwen would. He ran through the castle, banging into people, as he went, not saying sorry.

He ran up the stairs and ran towards the door. He smashed right into it and started banging his fists agents the door. Gwen opened the door and didn't even get a chance to say a word before Merlin ran in. Morgana was still in bed and had just woken up. He jumped on the bed and curled up under the sheets right next to Morgana. Morgana woke up quickly in shock, not prepared to find Merlin curled up crying next to her.

"Merlin! What's the matter?" she asked, chucking her sheet away, trying to find Merlin curled up crying.

"Sorcerer have die, sorcerer have die!" He wailed under the sheets. Morgana was still trying to find him and Gwen was now helping.

"Oh Merlin, Gaius told you?" Morgana said pitifully. Merlin kneeled up quickly and looked at her, about to explode.

"YOU KNEW!" He wailed "YOU KNEW." He squeezed his fists together and started to try to hit Morgana. However, friend or foe, adult or child, Morgan was prepared to protect herself. She grabbed his wrists and tried to keep him still, but failed.

"Merlin calm down." Morgana said sternly. She was trying to be in control, but wasn't succeeding. Gwen could see that they weren't getting anywhere and even though it pained her to do so, but she knew how a child acting like Merlin was, should be treated. She didn't think she just did and she hopped that Merlin would thank her later.

She grabbed Merlin's wrists, forcing Morgana to let go, she then spun him round to face her. Merlin tried to get away and try to lash out, but Gwen's grip was too tight.

"Merlin. Calm. Down." She said sterner than Morgana did. However, Merlin didn't calm down. Gwen then lifted Merlin up by his wrists and carried him over to the wardrobe, opened it, put Merlin in it and closed it. Gwen picked up a broom and put it over the handles.

"Right, Merlin you can come out when you've calmed down. Knock when you think you're ready." Merlin knocked. Gwen sighed.

"When you've calmed down Merlin, and I can tell you not, because you knocked too fast, too strongly and I've just put you in there and it's obvious you'll knock straight away." She said, sounding a bit angry. Merlin huffed inside the wardrobe. Gwen sighed and walked over to the bed.

"That was a bit harsh Guinevere." Morgana said shocked at how her maid had handled him. Gwen sighed.

"I know, but we had to do something and this does work." She drew in a deep breath. "Would you like me to get you dressed milady?" Morgana frowned.

"But Merlin's in the wardrobe."

"Yes."

"With my clothes."

"Yes."

"You didn't think this through did you?"

"No." Morgana shook her head.

Looks like she won't be having breakfast with Uther and Arthur after all.


Arthur strode through the castle. He was meant to have had breakfast with his father and Morgana, but Morgana never showed up. It was also near lunchtime and he was meant to spend it with Merlin, but he wasn't anywhere. The fact that Gaius could have told him about the turning into a child permanently and that he would be acting funny, didn't walk into his mind.

Arthur walked through the castle on a mission. First was finding out why the hell Morgana didn't show up for breakfast.

Arthur ran up the stairs, saw the door and knocked on it. Gwen answered it, but Arthur strode straight in.

"Morgana, why did I have to suffer on my own, listening to him talk about how magic is bad." Morgana then came out from behind the screen, still in her nightgown. Arthur frowned. It was almost midday and she was still in her nightgown? Arthur was about to ask why, but Morgana bet him to it.

"Merlin through one hell of a fit and tried to hit me. It was about the 'staying a child forever' thing. The one Gaius talked about. Gwen put in the wardrobe and since she did that, I cannot get any clothes out until Merlin has calmed down." She finished, taking in a deep breath from speaking fast. Arthur didn't know what to say to this. Merlin trying to hit Morgana? Not in a million years. Something then clicked.

"Gwen, put him in the wardrobe?" He asked softly and confused. He knew Gwen pretty well, and putting a six-year-old boy in a wardrobe is one thing she'd never do. Sadly, Morgana nodded and looked over to the wardrobe.

Arthur turned and looked at what she was looking at. Gwen was sat on the floor, back to the wardrobe, leaning agents it, with her legs to her chest. Arthur walked over. He looked from Gwen to the wardrobe and back. He then knocked on the wardrobe. Gwen stood up straight away when he did this.

"Merlin?" He said. "Do you think you're ready to come out yet?" Arthur asked, looking at Gwen apologetically.

No sound came from the other side of the door for a few seconds. The silence was almost deadly, as if Merlin was dead. Then, came a small, soft sounding knock from the other side of the door. Gwen, slowly, took the broom off the wardrobe and opened the door. Merlin pushed a few dresses aside so he could see them better.

"I'm sorry for what I said and sorry for trying to hit you Morgana... I didn't mean it." He said, his face completely blank, but had 'sorry' written all over it. He looked at the ground when he said it, an obvious trick a child would use, but Merlin was not tricking them. Before they had a chance to reply to the overly cute child, Merlin shuffled forward and land with a thump on his feet on the stone floor. He held his hands together in front of him and looked at the floor then slowly met everyone's eyes, face still facing downwards.

"Can you forgive me?" He mumbled under his breath. He looked like he was about to cry.

"Yes, Merlin. We forgive you." They all chorused together, not knowing that they had. Merlin slowly brought his head up and started smiled a smiled that went from ear to ear.

Merlin then walked straight past Arthur and hugged both Gwen and Morgana. Arthur's smile vanished and got up onto his feet.

"Oh, this is just getting bloody ridicules. You hug them, but not me!" Arthur wailed. He was just getting annoyed with this.

"Shut your yapper, It wasn't you I tried to hit." Merlin turned round and said, then went back to hugging the girls. Arthur sighed. Something's never change. Merlin finished hugging the girls, turned round and started to walk out the door.

"Come on Arthur. You and I are meant to be spending the afternoon together." He then walked out and in the direction of the kitchen.

"Let's hope you found someone to look after him during the feast tonight." Morgana said, walking behind the screen.

Once again, Arthur hadn't done something he was meant to do.

However, once again, he knew someone who could do the job.


Arthur felt good with himself. He had gotten a nanny for Merlin. It was his old one. She was older now. Much older, but he was sure that she would be able to look after him. Merlin wasn't going to go tier out an old woman was he?

Arthur looked around the hall. His father was drinking and talking to Morgana about her day, Gaius was in his corner and Gwen as serving wine. Arthur leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his wine. He looked at the other knights that he was with. They were all laughing at something the Sir Gurstworth had just said.

Arthur sighed and took yet another sip of his wine. Things almost seemed boring without Merlin.

Almost.


Merlin looked at the person Arthur called his old nanny. She had a grey dress a short grey hair. She slumbered in her chair by his bed. Yet another snore escaped from her mouth. She had fallen asleep over two hours ago and Merlin had just watched her sleep. It was boring watching her, but he was meant to stay in his chambers.

However, something inside him grew hungry for mischief. He wanted to leave and do something fun. It was ages ago, that he was meant to go to bed and yet he wasn't tired. Another snore filled the room as the nanny stared to dribble. Merlin drew in a deep breath, suddenly realising that he hadn't been breathing for a while.

He scrambled to his feet and jumped off his bed. He grabbed a stool and pushed it underneath his window. He stood on it and opened the shutters. Moonlight spilled into the room. Candles may have been lit, but it still had an effect. Merlin looked out on Camelot. Everything looked twice as big. He smiled and wind swirled across his face. It was all beautiful. He looked down. Some man was getting off his horse. Merlin frowned. No one was expected. Merlin's stomach twisted for some reason. It was like he was meant to know this person... No! This man.

Some knights walked over to him, trying to stop him from getting into the castle. The man then drew out a sword and plunged it through one knight and less than a second later drew a dagger and sliced it across the other ones neck. Merlin gasped in shook, realising that this man was not here to do good. More men on horse suddenly showed up. They jumped off them and quickly grabbed the knights and dragged them away, to hopefully dispose of the bodies.

The men started walking in. Merlin heard more horse and looked over to the courtyard. They were all going to meet up in the castle and make their way towards the hall where the feast was. Together there would be around thirteen maybe, but Merlin was six again now and was never good at maths. He needed more facts.

He jumped off the stool and ran towards the door. He stopped and looked back at his nanny, who was meant to be 'baby sitting' him. Should he wake her and tell her? Nah, no point, she'll just go back to sleep. Merlin shrugged the thought of and ran out of the door to see where the men where.

Men got to the door and looked both ways. No one in sight. He ran towards the main doors to the castle. He got there and there was still no one. He closed his eyes and wiggled his ears. He listened carefully. He heard noise from the lower town and upper. He hears noise from the main hall. He heard muffle voices. Muffle voices was what he wanted. Merlin opened his eyes and smiled. He ran off in the direction he heard the voices. He climbed some stairs. Being small and having big steps in the castle was a pain in the backside. He got to the top, huffing and puffing. He now officially hated stairs. He looked left and right. He listened hard again. Right he went. He sped off fast. Being six meant that he had a lot of energy that just did nothing. He could be running around for ages and not get tired. However, stairs were a pain and could tire him out. Merlin ran down a narrow corridor. He noticed that he was near the hall were the feast was taking place. He was too young to go to a feast, which he found unfair, but he said he'd behave. Does running off after some men mean he his misbehaving? Nah, he's just curious, Arthur won't mind. Merlin turned a corner and hid right back round it a second later. It was the men. Merlin looked at them. He could count how many there was. He was six and terrible at maths. He heard them talking. The man that was the leader was talking.

"Right, remember the plan. When the young Pendragon comes round that corner to get to his chambers, I'll put the de-ageing spell on him and you lot will stuff him in the bag. We'll then leave." He said, his face hid behind his hood.

"Why does there have to be so many of us?" One of the men asked. He had no hair and a stone face. There was a cut going through his mouth and just up his noise. Merlin tried to hold back a giggle and the scar looked like a figure going up the man's noise.

"Because you idiot, if we are to get caught, then we're going to need to fight our way out of here." He said, slapping the man on the back of the head. This man reminded him of Arthur, when he slaps him on the head.

Merlin looked at the men. They were playing to just stand there waiting for Arthur to come down the hall. Just standing there in silence. These men had it bad on him. Just going to stand in silence. Merlin shook his head. It was sad. All grownups were. Looking at them again through a childes eyes. They care about their own problems. You can love a child to death, but you can never see when they need you most.

Merlin had to do something. His magic was terrible and out of control, he was six years old and not even one meter tall. What the hell could he do. He could do what he does best.

Get into trouble.

He leaned agents the wall. This was something new. He may have gotten into things he should have when he was younger, but this was over the top. The things he had gotten into he could have died, but was still here to tell the tail, but this was really something new and it had been awhile. He was an adult and knew better. He should go the long way round and tell Arthur that way. What if Arthur leaves before he gets there? He'll be taken. Merlin closed his eyes. His inner kid just let lose inside himself. He opened his eyes and drew in a deep breath. He walked out from behind the corner and walked towards the group of men.

"Alright lads," he shouted at them in his high pitched voice. He tried to sound like Arthur, but failed too. "Want someone to keep you company while ya wait for his pratness?" He asked cheekily, smiling from ear to ear.

"What the hell? Grab him!" The leader shouted, pointing at him. Two men started walking towards Merlin, drawing their swords. Merlin ran forward as so did they. Merlin dogged the first ones sword as he brought it through the air and down, trying to cut him in half. Merlin did a roll through the other ones legs and quickly kicked his butt, sending him forward into the other one, who gave way and fell to the floor. Merlin had always been more of a dare devil when he was younger.

Three more men walked forward. Only now, Merlin noticed that there were more than ten of them. Merlin got to his feet as one went to pick him up by the throat. Merlin took his chance and since he was already on his feet, he brought his foot up and kicked the man in the noise, with high chances of breaking it. He then leaned back agents the wall, brought both feet up and pushed the man into the other one. Merlin then charged at the third, dogging the sword that was trying to stab him. Merlin ran through the man's legs. One of the men that ha first charged at him had gotten up and gone to kill him from behind, but instead ended up plunging his sword through the man that Merlin had ran under. The man that had just had a sword run through him dug his in the man that did it, thinking that it was the kid.

That was two dead and three knocked-out.

Another five ran at him. As they did so, Merlin could only pray that someone would come soon, as his inner kid was starting to get scared that this was the end.


Arthur walked back towards his chambers. He was stuffed from the wood and didn't drink much at all. He couldn't get Merlin out of his mind and neither could Morgana. Arthur thought of checking on him right now, but then thought that Merlin would already be asleep, so there would be no point.

He walked back towards his chambers, but heard something. He looked back. Sir Leon. He strangely had his sword out.

"Did you hear that sire?" He asked. Arthur was about to ask if he had had too much to drink, but then heard a clash of metal smashing together. Suddenly a giant gust of wind came from round the corner and then stopped. It was like the wind in the woods. Arthur looked at Sir Leon, who was looking at him. The ran towards the corner and turned it, both with swords out.

There stood, Merlin, surrounded by men's bodies, some dead, others knocked-out. Merlin looked around and then at the two knights.

"I didn't mean to do it. They were going to kid... kid... kid..." He struggled with the word that he was looking for. Being six wasn't all fun.

"Kidnap?" Sir Leon said.

"Yah, that word. They were going to make you young again and take you. I stopped them." Merlin said with pride, crossing his arms across his chest.

Arthur looked around at the men on the floor. There had to be around fourteen men. Less than half was dead.

"You stopped them, by killing less than half of them?" Arthur asked. A voice inside his head was praying for it not to be true. Merlin looked around. His smiled fell and tear welled up in his eyes.

"It wasn't me. I didn't do it."

Arthur raised an eyebrow and both he had Sir Leon turned, slowly and at the same time, to look at each other. Disbelief written all over their faces.


Curse that damn boy! Through the hooded man as he rode away from Camelot no, his bright white horse.

He had just been defeated by a mere child. A stupid six year old! He wasn't finished with Camelot, Uther Pendragon, Arthur Pendragon and that damn child!

However, for now, he'll watch the young Pendragon. The child will turn into a child forever and won't be a problem. That was just him turning.

The Pendragon is his main idea.

Suddenly another horse came riding up towards him. It was a man. He stopped in front of him.

"Glad you made it out." He said to him. The man did not look happy.

"I am thirteen men down from my thirty that you wish to us, and all because of a damn five year old." He spat.

"Actually your fourteen men down from your forty and al because of a six year old. If I'm right, the boy hates people getting his age wrong, especially adults like us." He lowered his voice. "But then again, you can't even do your maths right, so god knows how old you brain is."

"I'm tired of these game, man!" He cried then spat. "I don't care about how old the boy is. I'm out. They were good men to me." He turned his horse around and started to trot away on it.

"I'll tell you what. I get the Pendragon boy, and you can have the boy." The man stopped his horse. He turned around on it.

"Now that. I would like very much." He said an evil grin spreading across his face. "How about we drink to that." He said, eyeing the pub in the distance.

"You know I don't drink."

"Since when the hell did I give a damn care." He laughed, patting him on the back. The hooded man shook his head.

No brains, just beer.


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